Can’t pull a punch after hearing a cunt’s nose crunch
Ate his lunch, munch bunch capri sun dairylea dunkers
Lunchables I’m crunching on, hunch I’ve been caught
I know this shit from a video game I played, throw and hit
Land a spinning backfist open hand slap; that Diaz no tap
Change stances like switching lanes, left high kick all day
Lab conditions they took sample tissue to test my issue
Drug misuse has gored some wounds, insides contused
Swollen battered bruised, round 2 come out swinging back at you
Took your best easy tic tac, rattled you put you to bed rest easy
Rest is easy, easy money, all work is rest to the best, invested
In myself until reality reflected the inner projections
Money protected by weapons, who wields them the watchmen
Who watches them, watch set ten hours ahead since February
Ghosts staring from the stairwell when I have tea aboard the Queen Mary
Rare fish swimming around my open air aquarium
Virgo so fuck Aquarian airheads.
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